I know that Walmart is a source of great evil, but I went there anyway. After I walked through the automatic doors and past the shopping carts, I glanced to the right, down the long vista in front of the store. What greeted my eyes was a tall obese older woman wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweat pants. Either the t-shirt was too short or the pants were too low because she was presenting a deep naval and about three inches of belly fat to the world. This was not solid, dense fat. It was loose, wobbly, hanging fat that bounced as she walked, moving independently of the rest of her body. It looked like cottage cheese with stretch marks and an asshole. Bless her heart. She may not be able to help being obese, but she could cover her body. If she doesnt have clothes that fit, she could drape a sheet. If she has no sheet, she could pin towels or wash clothes or rags or newspapers or plastic bags or SOMETHING to the bottom of her t-shirt. Hell, Ill buy her some clothes if she will just cover herself up. But perhaps I am being too demanding. Too unkind. I suppose I could gouge out my eyes. Id better pray.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 18:52:26 +0000
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